Hope Beams

by Ralph Randolph Sawyer
(Houston, Texas)

Hope beams down
In the song he sings
As the robin takes note
Of all beautiful things
Music belongs
In a garden fair
Soft gentle notes
Are filling the air
We have the best seat
And the best view
From out our window
In the soft morning dew
Have we no more a song to sing?
I know not now
As the robin takes wing
He takes a bath
And likes his music too
When he flutters his wings
And sings for you